Chapter 20

I observed him hard biting his own lip while grabbing his jaw.

Is he incensed or pogi? or a flirtation? He is chewing his lip; why?

He was looking at me sharply by this point, and it felt as though I had become more inflexible as a result. I swallowed one after another.

I'm sorry, I didn't intend to.

"It's your fault whether you mean it or not!"

He cut me off mid-sentence, "I'll just replace it with a new one or I'll pay you--"

I just tightly closed my eyes due to its voice that suddenly erupted, "That cup is dear to me, can you replace it? Can you pay for it?! Even if you pay billions, I won't accept it!"

I apologize, Sir Xander.

I'm at a loss for words because am I guilty. Or simply genuinely mute?

or because I can still clearly recall my early days of employment. My supervisor reprimanded me since I embarrassed many customers by shouting and breaking restaurant equipment for the first time. So maybe when I was employed, I had my own business, and not a single one of my employees yelled at me or embarrassed me in front of many people.

When I mess up, I just admit it to myself, not in front of my fellow workers. Why should we allow people to endure that since I have personally gone through similar things and understand how it feels to feel embarrassed?

I couldn't look him in the eye any longer, so I just bowed instead of asking, "Am I still the one to clean that?"

I mumbled, "Yes, I'll clean up."

Since I didn't know it was broken and would get hurt if I tightened the grip, I knelt down and took it.

"What the f**k! I told you to clean that mess! I didn't tell you to injure your hand, you dumb! What is my mama going to say to me?! That I did that, that I hurt you for Just go out of here!!" I heard it reprimand me, but it was only faint, and it looked like the room was progressively becoming quieter.

My hand was bleeding, so I carefully examined it before releasing my hold once more.

My hand started to tremble as I was sucked in one by one. My parents and I had an accident that day, and all of a sudden I remembered what had happened.

When I heard it call my name, "Hey! Elyse!" I jolted out of sleep.

Kunot noo nito tanong, "I'm not doing anything to you, I just reprimanded you and then you're crying?!"

Not because of him, but because you are mama and papa, I can't stop the tears from streaming down. If only I had known there would be an accident, I wouldn't have made them leave in the first place. I miss them, I want to see them again, but I know I can't.

Actually, I'm to blame for their passing. But the person who struck the jeep we were in was considerably more at fault. That wouldn't have taken place if he hadn't been driving while intoxicated! He would have been jailed if his family hadn't been wealthy.

I awoke abruptly to feel his finger on my cheek wiping away my tears and any dripping tears in my eyes.

It is now staring intently at me and saying, "Why are you sobbing stupid?!"

I didn't ask any of my own questions, just cried. "B-Why are you rich like that? A-Are you going with us m-poor?"

You have a hand so don't wait for me to heal again if that's what you want. Heal your wound instead of waiting for me to do so because if that's what you want, don't expect it.

"Are you sobbing because of that hand injury there? Does it hurt that bad, really? I don't know what its expression is right now since I just dropped my head, but like him, I too don't want anyone to see me cry because it would make me appear weak, but I know that I'm strong because if I weren't, I wouldn't be doing this or being in this situation right now.

I chuckled as I added, "Don't worry, I'll clean it and polish the floor. If you like, just go to your room Sir Xander, I'll take care of it."

The glass suddenly seized my hand as I was going to reach for it again.

Do you want me to lend you a mirror so you can see the wound on your hand? Don't wait for me to fill you up, you really are stupid, aren't you!? "Are you out of your mind? Look at that, look at you f ** king hand."

"Stop calling me dumb; I'm also full of you!" The remaining 10% will only punch you in the mouth! '

It's a good thing I didn't tell him when I discovered it was all in my head. But if you're going to be branded stupid and you'll still be happy, I'm very horrified.

Which should I put first? Should the wound be healed or purified? Perhaps it's just simultaneous so he won't have to say anything.

Just as I started to speak, he abruptly yanked my hand away. I motioned to the couch behind me, saying, "Sit down."

He shoved me on both shoulders and made me sit on the sofa while I moaned, "But I'll clean everything up, didn't I say m-arayy? Really impolite and shameless!

He briefly vanished, and when he reappeared, he was already bringing this medication for my wound.

Since I used to get hand injuries frequently back then, the pain diminished and the wound on my hand wasn't particularly large because it was located too far from the gut.

He looked at me intently and said, "U-Uhm, are you the one to—" I cut him off before I could finish. When I spoke again, it felt like he had a gun in his hand and would shoot me in the mouth.

I was so bit on the lip because I didn't understand why he was holding out his hand to me. He extended his hand, and I lifted one of my hands that wasn't wounded and held it.

"What are you doing?"

"Huh?"

"Give me your other hand, stupid!"

I immediately said softly, "Shall I cut it? Can't you just borrow it-not just a joke." I tried to make light of his extreme seriousness.

Because I didn't move, he simply held onto my hand and slowly drew it closer to him without pulling.

I glanced at him and said, "Wash it so the blood goes away." I advised "don't, just pour alcohol on."

I cried out in pain when he put alcohol on it, "Aww!"

"Be patient!"

This philosophical question is, "Am I the alcohol?"

as usual, huh! I'm starting to bug him once more. wait!

Suddenly, I had a thought. I found it ridiculous, so I didn't even laugh at myself.

You truly do appear to be a moron, stupid pal! Let's see what stupidity is capable of!

He gently rubbed my wound with a cloth before applying more alcohol. I groaned once more as a result, although The moan, "Ohhhh..." seemed to be sweet.

I whispered, "Ahhhh, ohhhh mister, take it easy."

"Are you crazy or simply horny?" he scowled as he slowly raised his head.

He asked me if I was horny, and I'm not sure if I should laugh or just be a little irritated. It's truly all in good fun, KJ!

Let's simply wait and watch how you respond now that I'm horny.

I captivatedly uttered its name, "Sir Xander," as he released his hold on my hand. I then slowly walked over to him and gently grabbed his shoulder with an uninjured hand.

I grinned, murmured in his ear, even kissed his neck, "Would you like to try?"

It was completely silent, as if it were dead, and made no sounds. Not efficient? Tsk, let's just see if you still can't handle it!

He was waiting for what I would do next as I pushed him onto the sofa so that he was lying horizontally. A few seconds later, he was still looking at me intently. then what would I do?

I was ready to walk away on top of it when he abruptly tugged my hand, forcing me to get closer to him so that our faces were almost touching.

I was asked, "Is this what you want?" His heartbeat is regular, and I can't tell whether he's feeling anything, but mine seems out of the ordinary.

I stammered, unable to look directly at him, "B-Just kidding!" But he gripped my jaw and made me turn to face him. It gently drew its face closer to mine, and I closed my eyes, so I can't remember what I was thinking.

It whispered in my ear, so I immediately opened my eyes and gave him a terrible look. "No matter what else you say or do, I won't be attracted, you're still arguing in front of me or fighting.

He pushed me, and I grumbled a little, so he got up.

"Art, am I not gorgeous?"

It states, "Look at yourself in the mirror then question yourself." The yes/no response is even more acceptable to me because, even if it's a little unclear, at least it's a little more sober than this! I'm going to ask myself honestly because I know what the response will be if I do.

Since I'm so attractive, I shouldn't do it myself, right?

He's standing in front of me now, and I'm still seated on the sofa, so I can't help but stare in his direction. When I'm downstairs, that is how it appears. What are you thinking, Jusko? I was merely startled, but my eyes quickly shifted to the bulge in the center. I reached out to touch the Yum to see if it had been revived, but I was only embarrassed.

Damn you, dude!

I stammered "A-Ah, ehhh, I'm sorry!!!" as I hurried to my bed.

I was merely holding my breath when I entered the room. "I'm very anxious over there!"

Seriously, neither Junior nor his father even reacted—they were both chilly! Do you think I'm not attractive, ah? Does he genuinely not care about anything? Hayst, isn't he already a hardened man if it's another man? I'll assume you're crazy or that your pet has passed away if you're not truly asexual.

Before, I was anxious, but after that, the gagu appeared unconcerned. Isn't that wonderful news, Elyse? Because she won't interfere with you no matter what you wear at home, including if you don't wear a bra and underwear to act as a wall for her. He won't look at you if you simply don't call him.

Oh, okay. We will undoubtedly concur on this as well, and that is certain to happen soon! It's fantastic because we're going to become sisters as well. Ah, sister foolish, of course Elyse is not gay.

I was suddenly guilty of what I had been doing and wondered how I was going to handle him. It's as if I took the test and then copied; yet, I also failed because the copied answer was incorrect.

When my phone vibrated, I pulled it out of my pocket to saw that Mindy and I were being loaded. What makes a quality unli? GoSurf50? Do you have a call? Ah, as long as I can unli, the decision is mine!

I cried out, "Aray!" and used one hand to strike my wound. Naturally, he was still treating it. Who would have imagined that I would complain? Sir Xander is correct; Elyse, you are incredibly foolish.

I entered the bathroom first, took a quick shower, and then left. I used this bandage since I saw it here.

When I searched through my wardrobe to see what I could wear, I decided against wearing a bra because it was already nighttime and I couldn't sleep in one. Xander had no desire to watch it either.

I had just finished donning my baggy t-shirt and was about to leave the room when I realized I still lacked my underwear. I mutter to myself, "You idiot Elyse, it's fine not to wear a bra but I hope you wear panties okay, even if you don't have short panties."

I removed my shorts and then put on a panty so that I could see my panties as well. The area was calm when I exited the room, so I'm not sure why I walked slowly while simultaneously looking left and right, as if I were robbing someone.

They would once more call me insane or stupid if Xander were still present and saw me in this situation. I believe I anticipate what he will say.

He's not in the kitchen, but it appears like he's in his room, so I took a long breath. It was a little messy when I started cooking, so I just did a little cleaning.

Due to the intensity of the lightning and the sound of the heavy rain, I nearly leaped in fear. Although it appears to be becoming cold outside, I was absolutely correct to cook the soup; the problem is that I'm wearing it. Who the hell would be so stupid as to wear anything like this?

I waited for it to come out first while sitting here, but several minutes later, he was still gone. I thought to myself, "Did he sleep?"

I was the first to get up and I went to his room. It didn't appear to be locked, so I was about to go in when I suddenly realized that wasn't right. I called out to him and knocked on the door a few times, but no one answered.

We haven't eaten yet, remember? Sir? Are you asleep? I knocked on the door a few more times, but it remained locked. He's in the room, but he really doesn't want to get up and open the door for me; perhaps it will happen again.

I slowly opened the door and frowned because he wasn't there. "Sir Xander I'm going to go inside ah? If you don't want me to open the door, I'll just go in...? Sir?? Sir Xander??! I'll take care of that I'll go in!"

I looked to the open window and asked, "Sir, are you hiding huh?" I could still feel the powerful wind blowing from outside.

I walked gently over and asked, "Why is it open?" I then glanced outside. I was taken aback when I discovered there wasn't a car parked below.